P.T.Millington Collection (1978, Leiver)

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Transcription
Mr. Leiver, basement typewriter mechanic, Boots - from Phil Barber (1978?)

As I was going to Derby
All on a market day
I met the finest tup, sir,
That ever was fed on hay
Singing: Chorus

  Chorus:
  Failey, failey, tiddle-
  te-ailey-aye.

The butcher who killed that tup, sir
Was up to his knees in blood
The man that held the basin
Was washed away in the flood
Singing: Chorus

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Here comes little Beelzebub
On my shoulder I carry my club
in my hand a warming pan
I think myself a jolly old man
A jolly old man I ought to be
With sixteen kids as big as me
And if you don't believe a word I say
Here come little Devildoubt - he'll show you the way

I am little Devildoubt
With my pockets inside out
Money I wasn and money I pray
If you don't give me money I'll sweep you all away

And now our song is ended
We have no more to say
Please will you give us a - - - gift
To send us on our way.
Singing -